A Certain Ratio
do the du
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My heart was just an open sore
Which you picked at 'til it was raw
It bled away my existence
Shriveled under your insistence
You forced me to my deadly fate
Turned me into a thing of hate
I flayed your flesh with my thoughts
I flayed your flesh with my thoughts
Your fate transforms
In the hope that I could conform
For a moment
I flayed your flesh with insistence
I drew your blood with consistence
I flayed your flesh with insistence
I drew your blood with consistence
- Album:
- Early
- The Graveyard & The Ballroom
- Good Together
- Shack Up
- Palatine: The Factory Story, Volume 1: Tears in Their Eyes
- The Factory Records Story
- Looking for A Certain Ratio
- Do the Du
- All Night Party
- Flight
- The Graveyard and The Ballroom
- Live at Leigh Rock Festival 1979
- Factory Records: Communications 1978-92
- Mind Made Up
- Motel Mozaïque 2009 Sampler
- Bloodstains Across the Northwest
- A Factory Box Set
- Live in America
- North by North West
- New Wave Club Class-X, Volume 2